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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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Open Your Heart

Summary: Moments where Bucky tries to flirt with you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: "***" means time skip. My requests are open :))

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James Buchanan Barnes was a man of few words. He never expressed what he was feeling and kept it bottled up. After what happened in Germany, Tony and Steve managed to reconcile, talk things out, and get Bucky the help he needed in Wakanda. Tony worked on getting pardons for everyone that required them. After working on fixing the new dynamic that left a hole in the team, Fury recruited you into the team to help solidify the team and get them back to a place of trust.

After Bucky had the trigger words removed and was okay to come live in the compound, he avoided you. At first, it was because you were an absolute ray of sunshine and never backed down from anything and he didn’t want to corrupt you with his darkness. Instead, he just stared at you from a distance and took you all in. But, that never stopped you from trying to be his friend. He grew closer to you and like the rest of the team confided in you about anything and everything.

His therapist had said that this was good, that he was opening up to someone other than Steve. He had then mentioned that maybe Bucky had feelings for you and that in order to start showing emotion to flirt with you. Bucky had scoffed at the idea of being given homework, but it did not stop the blush that formed on his cheeks when he saw you.

You were bounding down the hallway towards him. You ran straight into him laughing loudly and hid behind him as a shield. “Protect me Bucky!!!” You squealed softly as you gripped the back of his shirt. He felt a shiver run down his spine and felt the back of his neck heat up slightly.

Sam followed her covered in slime and feathers and it took everything in him not to laugh at Sam’s angry face. “Where is she?” he spits out and Bucky shrugs his shoulders “ Don’t know bird brain” he manages to get out with the beginnings of a smile starting to form on his face.

“You know Y/N, you can’t have Bucky protect you forever” Sam spits out before turning on his heel and heading towards his room. You just laugh as Bucky turns around to face you.

“My knight in shining armour!” You say as you hug him “ Thank youuuu!!!” you sing out as you grip him tighter. Bucky slowly wraps his arms around you and holds you close. “I’m always here for you, Doll,” he says as you both pull away. Deciding to act on what his therapist told him he tries to wink after speaking but closes both eyes at the same time leaving you confused a little.

“Why are you blinking with both your eyes like that Buck?” He blushes and whispers “It was supposed to be a wink” But at that time Steve rounded the corner yelling out your name angrily also covered in slime and feathers. “Two for two!” You yell out laughing as you see Steve not having heard Bucky before running away before Steve can reach you.

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In the meeting brief for the upcoming mission, you feel someone staring at you. You look up straight across from you and catch Bucky’s gaze. The intense stare of those blue eyes seems to hypnotise and freeze you to the spot. You could see thoughts pooling around in them which sends a little shiver down your spine. You cough slightly to gain your thoughts again before mouthing to him “Stop staring at me to distract me!”. Feeling flustered you look away as he begins to mouth back to you “I’m not staring to distract you”.

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Tony had decided to throw together a last-minute costume party to which everyone had whined and groaned except you. “Oh come on guys, it’ll be super fun!” you had remarked and decided to help those who needed it to come up with costume ideas.

When Bucky approached you for help with his costume an hour before the party was about to begin, you were already dressed as Pikachu. You had taken the time to raid your closet and put it together within two days. As you put on your headband that represented the ears you heard Bucky’s voice ring out “ I like your costume, you look very cute” , his smile was soft and there was a tint to his cheeks as he rubbed his neck.

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked with a small pout which Bucky couldn’t deny made you look even cuter. “N-no, I mean it, you look very nice. I uh- I don’t have a costume and I need help heh ” he mutters softly as he gives you puppy eyes begging you for help. You couldn’t help the smile that breaks out across your face “I thought you would come sooner or later, which is why I put this together” you say as you head to your wardrobe and pull out a hanger that resembles a costume for Ash. You blush as you hand it to him knowing that he has no clue that it goes with yours.

Later on in the night, Sam mentioned to Bucky how cute you both were for wearing a couple's costume yet he hadn’t taken any official steps to ask you out on a date. Or in Sam’s words “You’re not out there to catch ‘em all Bucky! You already caught the best one, make your move old man” . It made Bucky’s heart skip a beat knowing that you care for him and might somehow feel for him as he does for you.

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Winter had approached leaving the days more dull and dreary. You were on a walk with Bucky, Steve and Sam. The latter two were walking ahead of you and Bucky as you were beginning to feel the cold. “It’s a bit cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze” Bucky leaned down to whisper into your ear and you jumped slightly from his warm breath and close contact. You blush slightly looking at the ground, kicking a small stone in front of you instead of meeting his intense stare. “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want?” You reply a little embarrassed even though you want to intertwine your fingers with his.

You want more than just holding hands with this fine man beside you. You want to live life with him as your partner, waking up next to him, seeing all his imperfections and falling in love with him more for them. You want it all, but you were too scared to admit that to him. You were afraid he just sees you as his best friend because he wasn’t really that close to the rest of the team, Steve being the exception.

Bucky stops the both of you before pulling you down an empty alleyway, pressing you against the brick wall. “Doll, I barely feel the cold since the serum. It takes a lot more than this to take me down” . You squeak in shock and gulp slowly as his face is so close to yours. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for a while baby,” he says tucking the few strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. He sighs softly, eyes glancing to your lips before back to yours. “Y-you have?” You stutter wide-eyed, totally and utterly in shock that this beautiful man standing in front of you felt the same way you felt for him. “Of course, I lo- have deep feelings for you, beautiful girl” . You wrap one of your arms around his neck and use the other to cup his cheek. You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Oh Buck, I love you too” you whisper before leaning in and kissing his lips.

“Well, it’s about time” You hear Steve’s voice in the background as Bucky kisses you back passionately, holding onto you as if you would disappear any second.

“Thank goodness, he’ll take up her time and she won’t prank us anymore” Sam mutters to Steve feeling a little relieved but happy for both of his friends. Steve nods his head and looks up to the sky saying his thanks which they both chuckle about.

You and Bucky pull away from each other and rest your foreheads together trying to catch your breaths. “Mine”, “Always Buck, I’m all yours” You agree. “I’m yours too, all of me is yours, you have my heart Doll” Bucky whispers against your lips saying a mental prayer to his therapist for pushing him to start embracing his feelings.

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itsagentromanoff · 3 months

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Tony: You're fired!

Bucky: You can't fire me just because I'm married! I'm gonna sue the pants off you!

Tony: You don't have to sue me to get my pants off.

#original: the simpsons #robert downey jr #sebastian stan #tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #tony x bucky #bucky x tony #the avengers #non avengers quotes #quoting the avengers #awkward flirting 101 #sassy tony stark

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bluesunshine21 · 8 months

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Y/n: This food is too hot… I can’t eat it.

Bucky: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Sam: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Steve: one dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

#avengers #marvel #mcu #incorrect marvel quotes #mcu fandom #quotes #funny texts #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #disgusting #flirting

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 months

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Cute Aggression

This fic is based on @sumbacky's post "when bf gives you cute aggression". Make sure to check out Lynette's post! Lynette's work is just always amazing and a joy to see 🥰 And enjoy the fic! 🥰

Cute Aggression

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 1.1K |

Summary: Inspired by "when bf gives you cute aggression" by sumbacky on tumblr: Bucky is drunk. Sam is too cute. He has to squish Sam's face.

Excerpt:

“Sam! You came.” How had Bucky gotten that lucky? To be able to watch this fella walk up those porch steps, smooth and charming as always. “I live here,” Sam laughed. Bucky could never take his eyes off Sam, even if he tried. Not when Sam laughed like that. It was impossible. A feat Bucky didn’t have the strength to do. Bucky wasn’t sure if he would want that strength, even if it was gifted to him. “Live here forever,” Bucky said dreamily as he watched Sam walk closer to him. Heard every creak of the floorboard. Felt Sam closer. “You’re drunk,” Sam said plainly, clearly entertained.

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#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #tooth rotting fluff #drunken flirting #drunken kiss #dorks in love #established relationship #my fics #Cute Agression

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0blobthefish0 · 1 year

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Mr. Barnes

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5,255 words P.E Teacher Bucky x Photography Teacher Reader

Bucky's got a crush on you, and everyone knows it, including you, but you've never accepted his advances for dinner until now: when you find yourself stuck in a storm and Bucky arrives just in time to save you, he takes you home.

There was without a doubt, to all the other teachers and to most of your students, that Mr Barnes had a crush on you. He was a handsome man, there was no denying that, but you weren't one to rush into a relationship solely based off of physical attraction. Now this had caused Mr Barnes to pop into your classroom and say hello every time he was on your side of the school:

You were sat at your desk, going through the examples of the photographer your class was looking into, when Mr Barnes slid into your classroom and had taken a seat. You stumbled over your words lightly, not expecting him to sit down.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr Barnes," you smiled politely at him.

"It's a pleasure to be here, Miss Y/l/n," he smirked, and the class snickered as they watched your interaction. You quietened your students down and swiftly moved on with your lesson. You were about to go through the editing method when you realised that the cards had been wiped clean, as it was a new year, and so you needed to take a picture of someone.

"Would anyone like to be the model for today?" You called out the class and watched as everyone sunk into their chairs, not wanting to be picked on. You sighed lightly and then your eyes landed on him, "Mr Barnes?" You asked hopefully.

"Hm?" He said moving to sit up.

"You've got a nice face; how would you like to be my model for today?" You questioned him, drawing no attention to the fact that you had complimented him, and you could have sworn that his cheeks tinged slightly pink. You raised an eyebrow at him awaiting an answer.

"Oh yeah, of course," his words falling out as he stood up and you walked over to guide him to the wall. He gestured to the floor, and you nodded your head.

"Yes, thank you," you mumbled and turned your back to him to face the class. "Now, what can you tell me about his work?" You asked the class, and, to your delight, a boy raised his hand. "Yes, Harry?"

"There's nothing behind the person."

"Yes, well done, how about the people's faces? What are their expressions like?" And a student raised their hand. "Addie."

"They're blank?"

"Very good," you congratulated them, "anything else you could tell me about the face... anyone?" You leaned to the side to look at the board, "Okay, I know that it's kind of hard to see on the board, but only the eyes are in colour the rest of the photo is in black and white."

You walked over to the other side of the class, the room erupting into steady chatter, to grab a camera and slotted in a card as you walked over to Mr Barnes. You looked up to see him watching you and frowned slightly, "Can you crouch a little, you're a bit tall." You mumbled and you heard him chuckle before doing so. You weren't even that short, only a half a head shorter than the man in front of you. "Thank you."

"Dinner tonight?" He whispered as you focused your camera. You rolled your eyes; he knew you were busy.

"No smirking or smiling, Barnes." You reminded him, ignoring his question as you took the picture. "That's good, thanks, now back to your seat." You beamed, a smile on your face because his eyes were perfect for the task at hand.

You had shown your class how to edit in the style of the photographer with the, very handsome, picture of Mr Barnes. His steely-blue eyes shining through at the end of the editing process and then you had told the class to take their pictures and start editing. Mr Barnes had slipped out, unnoticed by you.

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You stood, shivering, in the cold bite of the wind with a frown on your frozen face. You were on break duty and stupidly hadn't brought in a coat, to be very honest it wasn't your fault it was your damn weather app. This morning you had checked, and it had told you that it was going to be quite warm today, so you hadn't bothered to bring one in. What a dreadful mistake that was. And so, you stood there, extremely bored and extremely cold with your arms hugged around your waist. It would be over soon, you thought to yourself, and then you could finally slink off to the sanctity of your toasty classroom.

Now, Bucky was not on duty, but he was on his way to the P.E department when he saw you trembling from the corridor window. His eyes furrowed, where was your coat? It was freezing outside. There was no way he would allow himself to ignore you, so he took a detour to come and save you.

"Cold?" You jumped slightly from the sudden intrusion. Your ears had been so cold you hadn't heard anyone come up behind you. You gasped loudly and put a hand to your heart. Beside you stood, James Barnes.

"James," you breathed out. "Don't scare me like that." A smile already creeping up to pull at the corners of your lips.

"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean for that to happen." He smiled abashedly and scratched the back of his head. "Where's your coat?" He questioned you with concern and you looked up at him with a thin, awkward smile.

"I don't have one, the damn weather app lied to me this morning." You muttered, feeling betrayed and slightly ashamed by your foolishness. Unconsciously, you had drifted closer to him, so, when he let out a chuckle, you could feel him move beside you. Butterflies flew around your stomach realising just how close the two of you were. You felt him place a warm hand over your upper arm and heat instantly spread to your skin. You hummed quietly.

"Jesus, you're freezing, doll." He murmured, the pet name falling from his lips absentmindedly, and you could feel a blush begin to thaw your cheeks. His other hand rested against your other arm, and both began to rub up and down in attempt to warm you up. If you had no self-respect, your knees would have buckled right there and then.

"Don't worry about me, James, I've only got-" you brought out your wrist to check the time and was left stunned, "Ten minutes?" You cried out. There was no way you could survive out there for another ten minutes. He needed to get to class, or he'll be late.

"Would you like my coat?" He offered and you began to protest as he moved to take it off. "No, no, you're taking the coat, Y/n, you're going to freeze." He told you and hung it around your shoulders, his scent hitting you in the face. "Put your arms in," and when you did, you could already feel yourself begin to relax, the coat already so warm from him wearing it. "Better?"

"Better," you sighed happily as you turned to face him. There wasn't a way that you could have prepared yourself for the look that Bucky Barnes was gazing at you with. There were really no words that you could think of that would perfectly describe his look, except for the fact that he looked content. You smiled up at him, he really was a beautiful man, his steel-blue eyes staring into your own when they caught attention of some girls muttering from afar. And with that, the moment was over. A pink blush covered his cheeks as he played with his hands, dark metal contrasting pale flesh.

"Right, well I've got to go," he started awkwardly, "prepare for class." He patted you on the shoulder and, with haste, left.

Bucky's heart was pounding as he stormed through the corridors, the way in which he always did. You looked so good in his coat, and he knew that he'd think about that interaction for days to come.

Because you were on duty you were slightly late to your own class and when you walked in, you walked into a full class muttering as they chatted to their friends.

"Sorry for being late, class," you apologised as you slid off his coat and hung it on the back of your chair. You fumbled as you tried to quickly start up your laptop.

"Whose coat is that, miss?" A girl teased knowingly from the back of the class. You accidentally dropped the whiteboard cleaner, taken aback by the question.

"No one's." You replied instantly, bending down to pick up what you and dropped. You cursed yourself inwardly, you should have said that it was yours.

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It was finally the end of a very, very long week and you were exhausted. So exhausted that you had just nearly fallen asleep while you marking papers at your desk. Your head sore from where it had bashed against the table so aggressively.

You now stood at the bus stop, usually it would have been here around now, but it wasn't. Your car was in for repairs and your friends were all too busy on the other side of town to give you a lift. The week had been unfortunate to you and just as you sighed, just by some miraculous chance, you felt a drop hit your face. You looked up to the dark sky above when it started to get heavier and heavier until it was pouring. You swore as you rummaged through your bag, where the hell was your umbrella? Your efforts stopped abruptly and you scoffed. Your car. Of course your umbrella was in your car, why wouldn't it be?

You leaned, defeated, against the bus shelter, it's roof had been ripped off, not even a week after it had been replaced, by some odd group of teenagers. You checked the time once again, where was that bus? After a few minutes, you gave up on standing and sat down on the bench. It was too dark for your liking. Too dark and too alone for you to feel safe.

You were drenched to the bone when the rain had decided to calm down slightly. A sleek, black car pulled up beside where you were sitting and you bolted upright, fearing the worst, and ready to sprint. The window rolled down to reveal Bucky and you physically relaxed. Bucky was looking at you with concern, your hair sticking to your face and your clothes so wet they were dripping. You were staring at him when you realised that he was talking.

"Pardon?" You questioned as you shuffled closer to hear him.

"Get in!" He shouted so you could hear him over the wind.

"But I'm dripping!" You shouted back. "Your car will get really, really wet!" His eyebrows furrowed at you.

"The bus ain't coming, just get in." He ordered and you quickly walked over to the other side, eager to get out of the pouring rain. You pulled open the door and slid into the passenger seat beside him. The door slammed shut, leaving the row of the wind outside behind you.

"Sorry about your car," you mumbled sheepishly as you turned to face him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, doll, I've got a blanket in the back, but you're gonna have to take off that coat of yours if you wanna warm up." He informed and you nodded your head before unbuttoning your coat and slipping it off you with difficulty. Bucky leaned over to grab the blanket from the back seat and, as you buckled your seatbelt, you took a moment to admire his frame and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Over the months of working with the man you had gained a steadily growing fondness for him, as well as a friendship.

He placed the blanket on your lap, and you wrapped it around your shivering body; you hummed at the feeling of the soft blanket and Bucky shifted into gear and turned out of the bus stop, eyes trained on the road.

"Thanks for saving me, Bucky." You smiled at him from the side, and he turned to meet your eyes for a brief moment.

"If I hadn't you would've been there all night, maybe even the whole weekend." He teased and you grinned and shook your head.

"I'm not that bad." You frowned, your belief in yourself wavering slightly, and Bucky raised an eyebrow at you as if to say 'really?'

"Hey, could you turn up the radio?" He asked politely and the quiet hum of the radio increased as you rolled the dial. The two of you sat quietly as you watched him listen in to the weather.

"Please get home as soon as you can, weather's really going downhill with winds reaching ninety miles per hour, a tornado may be on its way." No wonder it was so bad tonight.

"Do you live close?" He murmured.

"Thirty minutes away, at least," you replied with a shake of the head.

"Sleepover?" He questioned turning to you and you let out a laugh, never in a hundred years would you have thought that you'd hear Bucky put out the idea of a sleepover.

"Yeah sure, I wouldn't mind."

"Great, I can finally make that dinner I've been asking you on," he smirked and turned to face you, his eyes shining.

"Yeah, you can." You smiled and he smiled back before the two of you settled into easy conversation.

By the time you had arrived at his house, you had only just started to warm up. You left the car, still wrapped in his blanket and trudged lightly after him, ears stinging from the cold winds. You watched as he opened his door with ease and familiarity and pushed it open, standing to the side to let you in first, he was always such a gentleman. You smiled as you stepped inside, you heard the door click shut behind you and the light flick on when you felt a hand over your waist, guiding you further into his home. You could feel that all too familiar feeling in your stomach every time he touched you, gods, were you falling for the man. You felt him stop behind you and you stopped with him. You turned around to face him.

Bucky smiled at you and chuckled lightly at your state, hair and clothes drenched and wrapped up in his blanket, all because of the bus. How you've managed to survive on your own, he would never know. You frowned at him as he laughed.

"Oh, come on, Barnes, it's not that funny." You huffed.

"You would've been there all night, doll, drenched and cold, did you even have your phone on you?" He questioned teasingly.

"Yes," you answered him defensively. He grinned and shook his head.

"I'll go grab you a towel and some dry clothes, okay?" You nodded and thanked him. "You can... explore," he added before leaving you alone.

Bucky went straight to his sister's emergency stash of clothes when, as he was rifling through them, an idea formed. He thought back to when he gave you his coat and how much he loved seeing you in it. He felt himself blush lightly just by remembering how you looked; he could give you his clothes to wear, it's not like you'd know that you had another option. He chewed his lip as he thought, before he got up quickly and walked into his own room. He grabbed a t-shirt, a pair of joggers and a clean towel. He was about to go back down stairs when he remembered underwear. He pulled open a draw of his sister's and took them all. He shrugged, you had a selection to choose from.

When he returned, he found you in the same spot as when he left. He smiled and handed you the towel and his clothes.

"My sister only visits in the summer and I thought you'd like something warmer," he pointed out and mentally patted himself on the back for telling you at least half the truth of why he handed you his own clothes. "And umm some underwear," he presented the lot to you and your eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. You weren't sure what he was expecting you to do, take one or take them all? Your hands were already pretty full so you decided on taking just the one. You picked one out at random and added it to your pile.

"Thank you for the clothes, Bucky, I really appreciate it," you told him genuinely, with a bright smile at how considerate he was.

"There's a bathroom just over there," he pointed behind you and you turned to see, "and a hot chocolate ready for when you come out?"

"Mmm yes please," you grinned, your eyes sparkling with excitement. He nodded and you left to get changed. He couldn't help but smile, goddamn it, you were cute.

Once the door clicked shut behind you, you dropped his clothes onto the toilet seat and began to undress. You felt sticky and gross and quickly dried your skin with the towel and your hair as best as you could before pulling on Bucky's shirt and trousers. You hummed happily, already feeling warmer than you had been. You caught yourself in the mirror and lightly gasped when you saw a slightly raised sore bump; you brought a hand to it and hissed as you were electrified with a sharp pain. You frowned at yourself, you hadn't thought that you had hit the table that hard. You left the bathroom with your bundle of sodden clothing and your feet pattered against the smooth wood as you made your way to the bright kitchen, illuminating against the dark corridors. Just as promised, Bucky stood by the counter, two mugs of hot chocolate steaming wispily on the table. You breathed in the scent of warm chocolate and smiled.

"What do I do with these?" You questioned gesturing to your clothes. Bucky came forward and took them from you.

"I'll put them in the washer, they'll be clean and dry by the morning," you nodded your head and thanked him, "there's socks and a hoodie on the chair if you want," he smiled before walking off.

Bucky's heart was pounding. When he saw you walk out, he swore he stopped breathing, you looked amazing in his clothes. He chewed his lip nervously, he didn't know how he was going to make it through the whole night, all he wanted to do was scoop you up and hold you and keep you close. However, that was probably weird, the two of you were friends, but he didn't want to be friends. He wanted something more, something special and precious. Not that your friendship wasn't, he just really, really, really wanted to kiss you.

As he threw your clothes into the washer a piece missed and fell to the floor and, as he bent down to pick them up, he realised what they were- your underwear. Now, usually Bucky wouldn't have thought anything of it; he would've picked them up without a second's notice and chucked them in with the rest. However, as he registered what they were he also took note of the material; lace. He felt his face heat up, tomato-red, and quickly picked them up and threw them in with the rest before slamming the door shut and turning it on. He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, and then his brain betrayed him, an image of you in them flicked past his eyes and his jaw clenched. Jesus fucking Christ. He needed to think about something else. Dinner.

When he came back into the kitchen, you were sat at the counter, feet covered with socks and bouncing to a tune he couldn't hear with his hoodie on and hands cupping a mug. He smiled, he could get used to seeing this, seeing you so comfortable in his home, and in his clothes.

"You look comfy, doll," he smirked as he rounded the counter and stood on the other side.

"I sure am," you smiled and took another sip, eyes watching his own as he stared at you.

"Hungry?" he asked, "cause I'm starting dinner."

"Starving," you replied. "Can I help?"

"Oh no it's okay, sit and watch, I'll put on a good show for you," he winked, and you chuckled. Where was all of this confidence coming from? "Bourbon?" He questioned as he brought up a bottle and gestured toward your drink. You shrugged, why not, and offered your cup to him. You watched as he poured the alcohol into your hot chocolate, and you swirled your mug to mix it in evenly. You took a sip and felt the mixture burn its way down to your stomach, a fire burning and keeping you warm from the inside-out. Bucky took a gulp from his own before replacing it with liquor.

"I've only got pasta, nothing too fancy, sorry, didn't know I'd find you lost tonight." He smiled amusingly.

"I was not lost!" You huffed and shook your head at him. He chuckled and moved over to the cupboard to get a pot and a pan.

Bucky did in fact put on a show, his expert chopping skills and ability to put something together was mesmerising. Conversation was aided with the slight buzz of alcohol, and you were having a terrific time, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest every time he looked at you with his brilliant steel-blue eyes. His hoodie was warm, but you didn't want to take it off, liking the feeling of wearing his clothes and the scent of him. Not long after, Bucky was plating two bowls of pasta and pouring to glasses of red wine. His cooking smelt heavenly.

"Where'd you learn to cook, Bucky?" You asked him as he sat down beside you. A smile stretched out onto his face.

"My ma. Taught me everything I know," he replied proudly and brought his glass to his lips.

"Aww a Mama's boy, one that knows how to cook and a pretty one too. It's a wonder how no one's snatched you up, Buck." You smiled. Bucky didn't know what to say and he felt himself shrug and take another sip of wine, his cheeks warm and his heart clenching almost painfully.

"Shut up and eat your pasta," he blushed, and you let out a laugh before shoveling a forkful into your mouth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your throat as you took your first bite. Bucky felt his heart hiccup and he turned to watch you. "Thought you were making out with the pasta for a second, doll," he chuckled.

"I would if I could, Bucky, I would if I could," you nodded, you didn't know what you were doing, it was probably the alcohol talking, "but I could settle for the chef." You murmured with a cheeky smirk and returned to eating as if nothing had happened; Bucky didn't know if it had happened or if he was just imagining things. Fantasy or not, it didn't help his blush. You giggled when you saw his face and you brought your glass up to your lips. Bucky stared intently as he watched you lick the dribble of wine off of your bottom lip. He really, really wanted to kiss you.

Nothing else had happened for the remainder of the dinner, and after you helped him clean up. Bucky's sleeves were pushed up to his elbow as he washed the dishes, and you couldn't take your eyes off of his metal arm. Gods, it was sexy. You dried the washed dishes with a towel and put them away, only with slight difficulty as you didn't know where they went. His other arm was also sexy, muscles and veins running up the limb, you wondered what it would feel like to touch or to kiss.

"Bucky," you started, and you heard him hum, "where do the glasses go?" You questioned as you held the two in your hand.

"Up in the top cupboard on the left," he directed and pointed in the direction of the cupboard. You nodded your head before walking over, you opened the cupboard easily and you could see plates neatly stacked on the bottom shelf and glasses on the top. You put one down on the counter and stretched to add the glass to the shelf, however you found yourself not being able to reach. You let out a quiet huff as you relaxed from the stretching before trying again, and again, and again. Now, Bucky knew you wouldn't have been able to reach it from the beginning and he smirked to himself as he watched you try over and over again.

You stared up at the top shelf and sighed before attempting it one last time. The glass was halfway up when another hand wrapped itself around it from behind. Your head turned to the side to see Bucky, stretching over you to put the glass in its rightful place. You turned around, so you were facing him and muttered a thanks. Bucky looked down at you and smiled before taking the other glass, from the counter, and putting it back with the other. His top pulled up as he stretched, revealing a slither of his toned stomach. You couldn't help but blush at the position you had found yourself in. Trapped under Bucky as he loomed over you. Bucky took a very small step back when he was finished and smiled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head.

"Movie?" He asked you quickly. "If you're not too tired."

"Oh no I'm not tired, a movie sounds great," you smiled and he lead you out into the sitting room. You hadn't seen this room before so you allowed your eyes to wander around the various items displayed. When you looked back to Bucky, you found him sat close to the end of the sofa, and as you moved to find a seat, he patted his lap.

Now, Bucky had no reason to expect you take up the offer, so when you did he wasn't fully prepared.

You chuckled at him when you saw the smirk displayed across his face as he patted his lap, and you shook your head with a smile as you walked over to him.

"Feeling bold today, Bucky?" You questioned as you climbed into his lap, sideways so you could lean against the arm of the sofa. You felt his cool, metal arm slide under your back to support you as you made yourself comfortable. Bucky shrugged to your question, his smirk still present oh his face. "So what're we watching today?" You asked as you looked up at him and you watched as his smirk softened to a smile.

"Not sure, doll," he answered you as he leaned forward, squeezing you with his body as he did. "Pick whatever you want," he told you as he passed you the remote.

"Anything?" You drawled out with a cheeky smile and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at you. After a few seconds, he nodded his head slowly, unsure of his decision already.

"Yes.. anything," he replied sceptically and you couldn't help the grin that was stretching across your lips. You quickly found yourself scrolling to the Disney section and you heard a quiet grumble before you selected your chosen film. "Really?" Bucky questioned you as it started to play.

"Of course, it's like one of the best animated films ever." You replied frankly and relaxed as your eyes trained on the screen. Bucky looked down at you, comfortable in his arms, and smiled before focusing his attention on the bright colours flashing on the screen.

The two of you hadn't lasted long into the film; a lot more tired than you had thought, you had fallen asleep not even halfway into it and Bucky had drifted off soon after you. Bucky woke with a jolt and scanned the room quickly, his eyes stinging slightly from the bright screen in front of him. He watched as a helicopter flew past the camera, the mechanical whir of the blades causing his heartbeat to pick up. He scrambled for the remote and the tv shut off with a click. Silence. His head fell against the back of the sofa as he let out a shaky sigh, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. When his eyes fluttered open, they were already adjusted to the lack of light within the room, and they fell on your sleeping form; he felt his heart flutter and nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach, crashing clumsily against the walls. He studied you, the rise and fall of your torso; he matched his breathing to yours, slow and steady, and he felt himself relax.

"You asleep, doll?" He whispered and instantly felt stupid for asking the question, of course you were asleep. You were splayed across his lap, hair out of place, his shirt riding up just short of exposing the smooth skin of your stomach. There was something so normal about the scene Bucky found himself in, something so comforting he couldn't quite place a finger on. He admired you for a little while longer, with a smile on his face, when he realised that if you stayed like that you would most likely have horrible back pain when you woke up. Stiffly, he placed one hand under the back of your knees and the other under your upper back and lifted.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in a plush bed, the sun dancing patterns on the walls; you had thought it was a dream: you felt strong arms wrap around you and pull you close to his chest, your half-conscious state recognising Bucky and your own arms clung onto him. You felt the sharp intake of his breath and the journey through the house and up the stairs, Bucky pushed open the door to his guest room and carefully placed you on the soft fabric before pulling the duvet over you. His fingers brushed the hair from your face, and he hesitated for a second before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A light hum escaped from your lips, and he looked down at you, his eyes full to the brim with adoration. Bucky turned to leave once he had caught sight of the time, but he felt your hand move to his, your hand curling around his left and he felt his breath hitch.

"Stay with me," you mumbled softly, the sound moving barely past your lips; it was so quiet he hardly heard it, but the constriction of his heart told him that he hadn't imagined your words. He played with your fingers as he weighed his options, but that was the last thing you could remember.

You felt yourself frown at the thought of him turning down your barely conscious offer, however that was short lived because when you turned to your side you saw him. He was facing you, he looked peaceful with his eyes closed and his eyelashes touching his cheek. You turned under the duvet and rested your head against the pillow and closed your eyes. It was too early to wake up on a weekend anyway.

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 1 year

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Sambucky as Text Posts 4/?

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buckypascal · 4 months

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other than the extremely unnecessary flirting between this steve and captain carter... I enjoyed this episode SO MUCH. Seeing so many of the MCU characters that we know and love in this knightly timeline was definitely one of my favorite What Ifs.

#all the different uniforms for this time and steve being 'rogers hood' with bucky and scott like PLS #bucky in knight armor. god help me #no but seriously. that flirting 😒 not even stucky related. that was just so dumb and unnecessary like no one needed that 🙄#anyway. besides that. definitely loved seeing them all in that timeline #scott was priceless #what if #what if...?#what if spoilers #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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stucky-headcanon-bot · 1 year

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😌

#Flirting at gunpoint #Idiots in love #steve rogers #stevebucky #james barns #james buchanan barnes #white wolf #chris evans #stucky #bucky imagine #sebastian stan #steve bucky

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lovelybarnes · 8 months

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Football and Flirting Masterlist

College football star Bucky Barnes is immediately enamored when he meets you. You? Not so much. But Bucky Barnes is determined. And the teetering-on-cynical views that you hold for relationships are about to realize exactly how determined he is.

based on this request

Football and Flirting

Found Waldo: Bucky searches for you in the crowd after a big game (request)

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denebolablack · 7 months

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Steve and Bucky:*Arguing with their Brooklyn's accent in the middle of the common room*

Tony: *Flushed as fuck*

Pietro: You okay, brains?

Tony: Fine. *Mutters something*

Pietro: What was that?

Tony: IjusthavealittlethingwithillegallyhotsupersoldierstalkingwiththeirBrooklyn's accent.

Pietro: *Amused* I think you forgot something very important about that pair of super soldiers.

Tony: What do you me- ¡¿Steve?!

Steve: *Pulls the genius to his chest and talks with a very strong Brooklyn's accent* Glad to hear that you like our accent, sugar.

Tony: *Dying of embarrassment* Goddamn, super ear.

Bucky: *Also with a strong accent* Yeah, sugar, amazing super ear.

Pietro: Well, I'm out. I have zero interest in seeing any of you naked.

Tony: *Totally ashamed* ¡No one's getting naked!

Bucky: Oh, really?

Tony: Why do you sound so disappointed? Steve, why does your boyfriend sound so disappointed?....Why do you seem disappointed?

Steve: Oh, it's nothing. You know, I was kinda hoping to see you naked.

Bucky: You and me, Stevie.

Tony: But why in the world would you want to see me na- oh, oh.

Bucky: *Smirks* Your brain is finally braining, dollface?

Tony: Uh-uh, yeah.

Steve: *Gently touching the genius' hips* Yeah?

Tony: Yeah! Absolutely, yes, totally!

Bucky: *Kissing Stark's neck* Good, cuz I really wanna see how much you like our accent.

Tony: *Dying inside* If this is a dream don't you dare wake me up.

Pietro: Please get a fucking bed, then!

Tony, Steve & Bucky: PIETRO!

Pietro: *Runs away*

#pietro is alive in my head fight me #He is also friends with Tony #I have a plot about it I'm just to lazy to write it down #they're little shits #The Brooklyn's boys weren't specting this plot #They were flirting for AGES and just a little accent was necessary to get their Tony snack #steve is totally satisfied with this plot #Bucky is satisfied with this plot #they're two fossils in love with a naive genius #they're two dumbasses in love with a mastermind #theyre idiots your honor #they're in love your honor #stucky's tony #Tony's Brooklyn's boys #tony stark #bucky barnes #iron man #tony stark has a heart #steve rogers #winter soldier #captain america #stuckony #pietro maximoff #mcu #i took canon and put it on a box and throw it to the bottom of the sea #Canon is dead #I killed it and feed my dogs with it #james bucky barnes #the avengers #stuckony incorrect quotes

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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Only One True Answer

Summary: Bucky took a quiz, he wants to know what your answer is as his was in his words "rigged".

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I'm in my Bucky writing era [which is ALL the time hehe]

J.B.B Masterlist || Main Masterlist

“What has grumpy pants extra grouchy?” Sam asks as he approaches the couch cautiously feeling like he’s gonna be six feet deep soon due to Bucky’s glare. “Did someone eat his plums he got from the market? I swear we all know by now that it’s hands off the plums unless you’re Y/N” He continues missing Nat’s hand shaking under her chin telling him to cut it out.

Sam’s gaze finally falls on Nat and narrows his eyes, shrugging his shoulders as if asking what is wrong. Nat tries to hide her smirk before picking up the iPad laying on the floor and showing Sam the result of the quiz.

“Which avenger is your better half?” Sam asks before bursting out with laughter at the fact that Bucky’s answer is in fact, Sam. “No wonder he’s grumpy, he didn’t get who he truly wanted” . “Oh shut up birdbrain.” Bucky snaps, crossing his arms and slouching into the couch even more. “It’s obviously rigged” He mumbles.

“Oh yeah, Nat, who did you get?” Sam asks. “Obviously I got Steve, ” She says smirking. “So, it isn’t rigged Bucky, you’re just pining after the wrong person” Nat teases which makes Bucky scoff.

Steve and you walk into the common room area discussing the mission you were about to go on in a few days softly. “What’s happening here?” Steve asks, looking up and noticing Bucky’s tensed body language and raising his eyebrow along with his question.

You glance over at Bucky and shoot him a soft smile and he looks away before grumbling “Nothing.” You feel a soft prick at your heart from him ignoring you. “Doesn’t seem like nothing?” You say softly “You’re obviously upset about something Buck” You continue glancing at Nat who is pointedly looking at the iPad in Sam’s hands.

Steve catches onto Nat’s looks “Pass the iPad Sam” Steve orders in a playful tone. Once Steve and You look at the screen you can’t help the smile that crosses your face. “Aww that's cute, Sam is your other half, do you feel a little cut Stevie?” You ask looking up at the blonde with a soft laugh, nudging him subtly to play along with the joke. “Indeed, I’m heartbroken Bucky, I thought I was your other half and here I find out from a quiz it’s a lie?” Steve says teasingly clutching his heart and going along with the joke.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny guys, I’m laughing so hard” Bucky mumbles out rolling his eyes at everyone’s behaviour. “Aw come on Buck, don’t take the quiz so literally!” You say as you approach the back of the couch and wrap your arms around him from behind squeezing him into a hug. You only let go once you feel his body relax.

Once you’ve let go of him you feel slightly cold as Bucky tends to run warm due to the serum. You walk around grabbing the iPad from Steve as you plop down beside Bucky, your thigh both touching and a small smile graces your face. “If it will make you feel better, I’ll take the quiz”. He nods to your question and watches you intensely as you fill out your answers.

“There’s only one true answer for me” You say booping Bucky on the nose as everyone waits for the results to load. Nat and Sam are smirking so hard Bucky wished the saying ‘don’t make that face otherwise the wind will blow leaving it stuck like that’ was true. Bucky keeps his eyes glued to the screen in your hands while you just admire Bucky running a hand through his hair as he seems to not have heard you.

“Well, would you look at that”

“I’m so surprised!”

“Colour me shocked!” all tumble out of three once the results have loaded.

“Okay, I get it, you’re all being sarcastic idiots now knock it off and leave me alone with my Doll” Bucky says standing up trying to be intimidating but he is bursting with happiness. Steve grabs Nat’s hand pulling her along to the hallway and you briefly hear her saying how she got him. Sam heads off towards the kitchen as its his and Clint’s night to cook dinner for everyone.

You watch as Bucky turns around once everyone has left the common area. “I told you there was only one true answer for me Bucket” You say as he kneels in front of you in between your thighs, booping his nose once he settles. He leans forward, booping your nose as a big grin graces his face and you sigh dreamingly at how handsome he looks when he’s happy. Sure, his grumpy look is sexy with the furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw. But something about Bucky radiating pure joy made your heart beat even faster than it should.

“You’re the only true answer for me James, I don’t care what a quiz says. I know what is in my heart” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in a little closer. You only called him James when he was in trouble or when you were being serious.

“Ya know Sunshine, you’re in my heart too. I was just annoyed that I got birdbrain as my answer” Bucky says scoffing at the end before leaning in and kissing both your cheeks making you blush. “I love you Y/N, always have since you fell onto me from hiding in the vents from Clint. It’s like that saying, an angel fell from heaven” He says cheekily, his nose scrunching as he chuckles. You move one of your hands to hold his chin as you admire his face.

“Whatcha looking at Doll?” He asks a little confused, his eyebrows furrowing a little as he notices you just watching him. “I love you too baby” You murmur softly “I also love when you’re truly happy and radiating it. I love that I get to see you like this, free, pure and all mine” You say giggling at the end as Bucky pounces onto you kissing you deeply.

“Uh excuse us, but Y/N and Mr.Barnes…” Peter’s voice floats into the room. “ What do you want, Parker?” Bucky barks out annoyed at the disruption. You can both hear the audible gulp he takes before speaking again. “Mr. Thor and I were wanting to play video games and this is where everything is set up…”

A soft squeal leaves you as Bucky stands up and picks you up from the couch. “Bye Parker” You say laughing as you Bucky slings you over his shoulder as he begins walking fast. Parker and Thor briefly meet eyes with one another and visibly shiver before laughing.

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